Голландский Штурвал - Марс - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

After an unequal truce You carefully weigh the pros and cons. You choose with a capricious look, That war excites you more. Pushkin Park, it's getting dark. Everything looks complicated, alien. You said with a feigned apology, That you want to be with him. Disgusting and sad. I don't want to believe - He's a sophisticated, indifferent male Or just an attempt to provoke aggression, Like petty sadism, like a cheerful death. To achieve the one who has raised his price. To participate in a predatory fuss. Your small chills, trembling knees. Or revenge, or passion, or anger. Venus chooses the god of war, Delighted with the truth of power.

And sets fire to the house where she was loved with a calm smile. Will make you hope, will order you to wait In the forests of loneliness, pain and sadness. She will not look back. Pride is her sixth sense. Now you suggest that we remain friends (I am still needed to give you strength) To paint my eyes, to hold my back straight. To achieve him, while remaining loved. Your lips savor the name Seryozha, Your back is two steps ahead. Flowers, wires, birds, passers-by. Orange jacket. Gray asphalt. Venus goes to the god of war For the sake of the fantasy of submission. The absence of cunning, gestures of love Only steps to defeat. Kindness is never synonymous with love - Women have different priorities. They need to be next to a good animal. Morality is unnatural. I was looking for accusatory words, But phrases of sympathy came out. Maybe to bring you back. Maybe out of cowardice. The smell of puddles, the whistle of the railroad. Your gait is alien and artificial. The sun bleeds, Sinking into shades of gray.